((Carlos see’s the Collector’s butt
The Collector wore a cloak – a big floofy one that to Carlos made it seem like he fancied himself as some sort of royalty. As it was, the cloak didn’t really give anyone a chance to see the guy’s body.
But then Carlos caught him bending over and cooing at Cosmo. Was it cooing? Or a sort of taunting? He didn’t know, but the point was Carlos was looking at his butt now. The fuzzy animal print had slid aside letting him get a view of the backside of the black pants the Collector wore.
And… Carlos had been looking too long because a duck saw him. Shit.